Whistle This Alone

I’m writing the righting of wrongs,

But longing too long to belong.

I’m stuck in a loop;

No luck in a group

To sing of a singular song.

 

I’m singing a singular song,

While writing the righting of wrongs.

I’m stuck in a groove

No luck can remove

The longing too long to belong.

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